orbis quintus

and that’s a good thing. i keep looping tyme by pressing play every time stark reality’s now cd finds closure. this record is so fucking psychadelac i can’t spell the word. i hate jazz, but this shit cracks the skull. it’s a cuckoo that lays cosmic eggs. it’s god’s bong. this record rocks tectonic plates. fry up some bacon. drink some gin. and autumn in.

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